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I 'ave written Mick a letter in reply to one uv 'is, / Where 'e arsts 'ow things is goin' where the gums an' wattles is - / So I tries to buck 'im up a bit; to go fer Abdul's fez; / An' I ain't no nob at litrachure; but this is wot I sez:
I suppose you fellers dream, Mick, in between the scraps out them / Uv the land yeh left be'ind yeh when yeh sailed to do yer share: / Uv Collins Street, or Rundle Street, or Pitt, or George, or Hay, / Uv the land beyond the Murray or along the Castlereagh. / An' I guess yeh dream of old days an' the things yeh used to do, / An' yeh wonder 'ow 'twill strike yeh when yeh've seen this business thro'; / An' yeh try to count yer chances when yeh've finished wiv the Turk / An' swap the gaudy war game fer a spell o' plain, drab work.